"Feel the rhythm, hit the spot, get it hot all night long"

JC watched him across the club, his body moving to the beat of the music, his arms raised, his head thrown back as the rhythm flowed through him. People danced against him and around him, but he wasn't dancing with anyone. He was just out there having a good time, dancing all for himself. JC had recognized Justin Timberlake immediately. They'd gone to high school together, and JC had always had a small crush on him. But back then, he'd been too shy, too reserved, to do anything about it. And they'd run in completely different circles. Justin was a jock. He played football and basketball and dated cheerleaders. He'd been student body president and head of every committee imaginable. JC had been into the arts. Drama and painting and writing. He'd mostly kept to himself except for a small circle of close friends. And back then he'd never even thought about approaching Justin Timberlake.

But now, years later, here they both were amidst the sights and sounds of a packed club. JC had gone away to college, grown up, and found confidence in himself. He was no longer the strange dork he'd been in high school. In fact, he was hardly recognizable as the boy he use to be.

Downing the last of his drink and slipping down the steps of the balcony, through the throngs of people lining the stairway, he made his way across the club. The bright, colorful lights lit his way, shinning off bodies, half naked and glistening in the heat of people packed together. Men moved against him, trying to engage him in a dance, but he kept moving. He had a destination and intended to reach it. He planned to do the one thing he'd never had the balls for in high school.

When he reached the other side of the club, he spotted Justin immediately, still moving to the beat of the music, his hips swaying in a way that made JC think of hot, hard sex. His black shirt left little to the imagination and JC could make out his nipples through the sheer material, hard and pressed tight against the thin fabric. His pants hung dangerously low on his hips, showing off tiny slivers of bare skin as he shifted and moved. His eyes were closed, his head dipped back revealing the long column of his neck. A thin sheen of sweat had broken out on his skin and JC wanted nothing more than to lick it off ever single inch of skin. But for now, dancing would do. The licking would come later if he played his cards right.

Sliding up behind Justin, JC placed a hand on his hip, curling his fingers around as he slid closer to Justin's back. For just a moment, Justin lost the rhythm he had going, but as he pressed back into JC, they both found it again together. Moving with each other to the beat of the music. Their bodies molded together, JC pressing close against Justin, his cock brushing over and over against Justin's ass, his hips pressing forward, Justin counteracting his own hips to press back against JC.

JC slid his other hand around Justin's waist to lay flat along his stomach, two fingers dipping just below the waistband of Justin's pants to brush hot, bare skin. Pressing his hand tighter, holding Justin's steady against him. He slid a leg between Justin's own, encouraging Justin to press even closer to his own body. Justin's head fell back, landing on JC's shoulder. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, panting slightly as JC's hard cock pressed against Justin's ass. Justin's hands slid around, grabbing onto JC's ass, holding on for leverage as they moved.

It could hardly be described as dancing anymore. There was still music and they were still moving, but it was more like having sex than anything else JC could describe it as. Justin was pliant and willing in his arms. And he hadn't even seen JC's face yet, hadn't even tried.

JC tilted his head forward, lips falling to Justin's exposed neck, tongue peaking out to lap at the smooth skin. He felt Justin shudder against him, felt one of Justin's hands leave his ass to instead grip at his hair, pulling JC's lips and mouth closer to his own skin, fingers tangling in the thick curls. Finally moving from Justin's neck, JC slid his nose up Justin's jaw, nuzzling slightly until his lips reached Justin's ear.

"Turn around." Justin didn't hesitate and whirled quickly in JC's arms, his own arms wrapping around JC's waist before he'd even opened his eyes. And as they blinked open, blue met blue, bright and searching as their bodies found the rhythm again, grinding against each other, cocks rubbing between them. JC snaked a hand between them to Justin's chest, fingers finding and pinching an already hard nipple through the fabric. Justin let out a hiss, inaudible over the thumping beat, and arched his back against JC. His eyes closed again briefly before opening and struggling to focus on JC again. JC grinned, seductive and predatory, and tilted his head forward, lips finding Justin's ear again, biting at the earlobe before licking hot and wet behind his ear. He felt Justin's entire body shiver and took that as his cue, moving his hand down between them to the waistband of Justin's pants.

Pulling back, his eyes found Justin's again, asking silently for permission before flicking his wrist, the button coming undone beneath his fingers. Justin wiggled his hips just enough to allow JC's fingers to slide below the waistband, finding hot skin and soft hair trialing down. Shifting again, JC slid his hand down farther, fingertips brushing the head of Justin's hard cock before he wrapped his fist around it. And there, among throngs of people, hidden between their bodies, JC started to move his hand up and down to the beat of the music. Justin pressed into his hand, hips thrusting over and over, eyes closing once again as his body began to shake. He was close, JC could feel it. Just watching the excitement, the ecstasy on Justin's face was making JC's own cock twitch in his pants.

Suddenly, Justin's hips sped up, thrusting harder and faster into JC's hand. They lost the beat of the music, but neither of them seemed to notice. JC's lips found Justin's skin again, lapping at his collarbone as Justin's fingers dug into his back, Justin's forehead finding his shoulder. And with a final shudder and a strangled moan that was lost to the crowd but loud in JC's ear, Justin came hard, warm wetness spreading across JC's fingers. JC stroked him through it before finally pulling back and tilting Justin's chin up with his other hand. Their eyes met again and JC smiled, his own eyes sparkling as Justin fought to catch his breath.

"Wanna get out of here?" JC mouthed the words slowly. And Justin took in one deeper gulp of air and nodded. JC nodded back and pulled his hand from Justin's pants, wiping it on the underside of his own shirt before reaching for the button on Justin's pants again. Justin's eyes stayed trained on his face as JC worked at getting Justin's clothes back in order. Then, taking Justin's hand, he led him, body pressed close against JC's back, out of the club.

Once they hit the cool air outside and could actually hear something other than the music again, Justin turned to him, eyes still glazed over slightly, sexy grin on his face.

"That was fucking hot. I'm Justin."

"JC," he said, grinning and leaning over to press his lips to Justin's neck. "And it was the hottest thing I've ever seen." No need to tell Justin he already knew who he was. Maybe he'd tell him later, maybe not. He wasn't sure yet. All that mattered right now was getting Justin back to his place, naked in his bed.

The ride there was quiet, but not uncomfortable. Both of them knew where this was leading, knew what was coming, and they were both ok with that. The walk from the car to JC's room was harder than planned, considering they tripped over each other and anything else that was in their way as they tired to stay as close as possible, lips connected to any bare skin they could find.

And then Justin was there, naked and willing on JC's bed, arms spread out, calling JC to him. JC only hesitated long enough to grab a condom and a bottle of lube before he was on top of Justin, resting between Justin's spread legs. Justin's legs wrapped around him willingly, coaxing JC closer to him. And just for a moment, JC paused, eyes taking in the man below him, the man he'd yearned to have for four years of his life. Smiling softly, JC leaned down and pressed his lips to Justin's, soft and open. Justin responded immediately, lips moving against JC's own, tongue peaking out to lap at JC's lips.

JC reached blindly for the condom and handed it to Justin who ripped it open. JC shifted to his knees, allowing Justin to slip the condom on as JC opened the lube and poured some into his hand, fingers moving swiftly to slide between Justin's ass, searching for the tight opening. Justin arched against him as he slid first one finger then two inside, pressing against the tight heat surrounding his fingers.

"Now. I'm ready now," Justin panted, pressing down against JC's fingers, willing them to go deeper. He whimpered for a moment when the pressure was lost, but recovered quickly as JC moved over him again, lining up and sliding inside. A hiss left Justin's throat and he clung to JC's shoulders as JC slid into the tightness, but soon he was relaxed and shifting restlessly, willing JC to move. And JC could do nothing but comply, sliding over and over into Justin's hot body.

They moved against each other, over and over, hips pressing against each other, Justin clinging tightly to JC, wrapped around his body. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back against the pillows as JC pounded into him hard and fast. JC's hand found Justin's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, drawing both of them closer and closer to release. And with a final thrust and a strangled cry, JC came hard, shuddering in Justin's arms.

After the final shudder left his body, he pulled out and moved down Justin's own body, engulfing his still full cock in his mouth, opening his throat for Justin to slid down, sucking and licking until Justin finally found his own release, hot sticky wetness gushing over and over into JC's mouth. He swallowed it all before pulling off and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, eyes finding Justin's own sleepy eyes again.

"God that was good," Justin mumbled, opening his arms for JC to crawl into. And as they lay against each other, catching their breathes, bodies cooling down rapidly in the air conditioned bedroom, JC closed his eyes. Maybe, if Justin was still here in the morning, he'd tell him who he was. Maybe not. He was too tired to decide right now anyway.

Written for Enough To Go By: The JuC Schizophrenic Challenge